Black Tongue - A Pale Procession | Текст песни

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• Black Tongue
• A Pale Procession

This world is in a tragic state
If we act then at least we decide our own fate
There's not long left, we shall not last
Resources depleting much too fast
We are an age of men made of glass
Intellect worsening as generations pass
Even our skies are filled with waste
Piece by piece we are being encased
Crush our spirits,
Destroy our Souls
Whilst you’re herding people with mind control
We will grab you by the throat
Held by the neck
You’re starting to choke
Now your kingdom of ashes has been overthrown
I mourn for this world always kept in the dark
Every single fucking day is a funeral march
A pale procession follows at my back
This planet is dressed in black
Dressed in black
This world is doomed
Even our skies are filled with waste
Piece by piece we are being encased
There's nothing left, we will not last
Meteorites falling from the sky
A welcome embrace for those ready to die
No way back
We’re all fucked
This is the price we pay for our apathy
Point the finger at yourself ‘cause you are to blame
I mourn for this world always kept in the dark
Every single fucking day is a funeral march
A pale procession follows at my back
This planet is dressed in black
Now you’ve made your death bed out of waste and severed heads
Lay your bodies down
You will not survive
I will gladly walk an Earth where no human is left alive